Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Fourth: A Demonic Genius
Zheng Wuji has nowhere to hide. He can't keep flying up. No matter how strong his inner strength is, he will always fall down. Once he falls down, what awaits him is either the open space outside the ring, or more than twenty weapons.
The roaring sword.
Since there is no way to hide, we can only face it head on.
Zheng Wuji flew into the air, relying on his ability to listen to the sound and identify the situation behind him. He swung his sword several times with his hands behind his back and shot down several swords that were chasing him. With these swords, he won for himself.
With a chance to breathe, he turned around and kicked hard in the air, causing him to fall rapidly downwards.
He fell downwards, while the sword slave's sword chased upwards, and the two sides met head-on.
All tangible sword moves in the world cannot perfectly defeat those flying swords. Only invisible sword moves created temporarily can do this.
Zheng Wuji's sword moves were invisible, so he did it. He thought of the best sword move in the shortest time, swung his sword while falling, and bounced the sword slave's sword away. He swung it for more than ten times in a row.
The sword bounced off more than a dozen swords and fell smoothly to a place three feet above the ring. He scanned the entire ring, selected the area in front of the sword slave, suddenly accelerated his speed, and landed there.
"Good boy, so many swords can't hurt you at all. But if you want to defeat this old bone like me, you may have to work harder." The sword slave controlled the seven-handled sword with one hand.
The other hand waved the sword in the air repeatedly, using internal force to pull the swords that had been bounced away, bringing them together and rearranging them properly.
Zheng Wuji landed on the ground without any danger, and there was no life at his feet. The moment he fell, the swords controlled by the sword slave also fell down, and they all fell on the formation, and they were arranged again
A star-studded formation.
There was another wind in the arena, the wind formed by the sword energy.
Everything seemed to have returned to its original point. Zheng Wuji failed to escape from the sword formation and was trapped here again.
But in fact, there is something different. Zheng Wuji is very close to Jiannu now. There is only a few steps away.
This distance is your chance to win. If you miss it, you may never encounter it again.
Zheng Wuji's internal strength is not as good as that of Sword Slave, and the main difference is here. If he delays for a long time, he will definitely lose. If he wants to win, he can only seize this rare opportunity in front of him.
This will be a sword that risks everything. The sword used to force oneself to a dead end is often the most magnificent one.
Zheng Wuji slowly raised the Ruixue Sword. In the process, surging sword energy surged around his body. He used this sword energy to resist the sword energy set off by the sword formation, protecting him from harm for the time being.
He didn't want to be disturbed by those insignificant attacks. The only person he had to deal with now was the sword slave himself.
He doesn't understand the formation, and he can't find the formation's eye. He only knows that if he defeats the person who set up the formation, the formation will inevitably break. It's that simple.
His whole person's aura was rising, and his eyes became sharper.
Ruixue Sword responded to its master's expectations, and the sword spirit became extremely active, lending all its internal power to its master.
Zheng Wuji's hair, temples, sleeves and clothes were all trembling rapidly, making a snapping sound.
The sword slave saw Zheng Wuji's sharp aura, was infected, and cheered up.
"Good boy, since you want to determine victory or defeat with one sword, then I will help you." The sword slave gave Zheng Wuji this opportunity, suddenly stretched out his skinny palms, mobilized the sword energy of the entire sword formation, and focused it.
A whirlpool of airflow forms in front of the chest.
The seven protective swords floated into the airflow and then slowly rotated. The seven gleaming sword tips were all aimed at Zheng Wuji.
Zheng Wuji was thinking while using his strength, thinking about the sword moves that could win. Every time he faced a strong enemy, the sword moves he used were improvised. He firmly believed that he could create stronger sword moves every time than before.
So he doesn't need to remember the sword moves he created in the past.
Only geniuses are worthy of such self-confidence.
Zheng Wuji thought about the sword move and executed it at the moment he thought about it. He swung his sword forward, and the sword energy drew a bright white rainbow and hit the sword slave's face. The sword looked ordinary.
Often, there is nothing clever about it except that the sword energy is very sharp.
The sword slave had been waiting for this sword. The moment the sword struck, he twisted the vortex of sword energy in front of him and blocked the sword with it. However, he only blocked the sword energy swung by Zheng Wuji, but failed.
Block Zheng Wuji's real sword.
Zheng Wuji retracted his hand as fast as lightning, and swung the sword again at a more tricky angle. The trajectory of this sword was different, but the attack point was the same, and it was all aimed at the sword slave's face.
The sword missed the whirlpool of sword energy and bypassed this obstacle.
The sword slave stared, feeling that Zheng Wuji's swords had ulterior motives and did not dare to take them lightly, so he immediately took out two swords to resist.
The sword energy collided with the two swords, causing a crisp sound.
Before the sound stopped, Zheng Wuji had already thrust out his third sword, this time with a different trajectory but the same target.
The sword slave used two swords to block, and used one of the swords to defend and lead the attack, and went to counterattack.
Zheng Wuji avoided the attack and swung the fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword... He attacked the same position every time, and each sword was faster than the other. Later, the two sword energy before and after were simply superimposed.
Together, they form a stronger sword energy.
These sword qi are like drops of water piercing through stone, constantly attacking a little bit, weakening the sword slave's defense.
Only then did this sword move reveal its intention and subtlety. It turned out that victory relied on the changing sword path and the superimposed sword energy.
"This move is very interesting, but don't expect to defeat me." The sword slave's eyes flashed, and he stepped back, trying to eliminate the point where Zheng Wuji attacked. But Zheng Wuji's sword followed closely, although
The position of the attack was slightly shifted, but it was still aimed at his face.
Zheng Wuji swung faster and faster, and the sword energy he swung gathered into a silver dragon and rushed directly to the sword slave's face. This sword energy was not only powerful, but the angle of attack was also very difficult to avoid.
The sword slave had no choice but to confront the silver dragon head-on, using all the swords in his hand to resist it.
The two sharp forces collided together, forming a circle of waves that swung around in circles. With each surge, the center of the collision became weaker.
The sword slave stopped moving and stretched out his hand to move several swords with all his strength.
Zheng Wuji was still swinging his sword selflessly, making the silver dragon more majestic through superposition. He used all his inner strength and swung the last sword on the edge of exhaustion.
This sword is no longer just sword energy, but a real sword.
The blade of the sword penetrated the silver dragon's head, creating an earth-shattering blow!
The sword controlled by the sword slave is also not weak, facing the silver dragon!
The two collided and canceled each other out. The silver dragon shrank rapidly, and the sword slave's swords were also bounced away one by one.
In the end, the sword in Zheng Wuji's hand lost its sword energy, leaving only a bare sword, and the sword slave also lost his sword, leaving only a bare sword.
The Ruixue sword continued to thrust forward, and was about to hit the sword slave's face. At this critical moment, the sword slave stretched out two iron hoop-like fingers and clamped the tip of the Ruixue sword hard.
The tip of the sword stopped an inch in front of the sword slave's nose, unable to move any further. Now it was time to simply compete with wrist strength and internal strength.
Zheng Wuji's internal energy was exhausted and he could no longer fight. The sword slave twisted his fingers, trying to flick him away. He was determined not to withstand the force of this bullet. Just when he was about to lose, he had an idea.
, used the sword-clamping fist, and punched the sword slave on the left cheek. He was very tall and had long arms. When he leaned forward, his fist exceeded the length of the sword body, and he hit the sword slave impartially.
It hit the sword slave in the face.
The sword slave did not guard against this punch and was beaten hard. He stepped backwards and stepped on the edge of the ring with his heels. He fell down. He screamed secretly, slapped his body with a palm, and used the force to rebound.
He got up and landed on the ring again. He finally came back, but he had fallen just now, so he could only be regarded as a loser.
Zheng Wuji was exhausted, and punched the ground with the Ruixue Sword, barely supporting his body from falling. He evened out his breathing, and then he felt a little better and straightened up again. His bones were full of sharpness like a sword's edge, how could he?
Willing to make a fool of himself in public.
This competition was the most intense and exciting of all the competitions. People in the surrounding stands all applauded and cheered, and thunderous applause broke out.
"You just knocked me off the ring. You won this fight. You can defeat an old man like me at such a young age. You are really a genius like a monster, a monster like a genius." Sword Slave praised with a smile.
Dao, not at all depressed because of the defeat just now, but looked very happy.
"If I win, I can put the sword back into its sheath." Zheng Wuji didn't smile, nor did he look very happy. He slowly put the Ruixue Sword back into its sheath, and calmly accepted the cheers from all directions. Compared to
He values the victory itself even more when others praise him.
The Zichu Sword inserted in the Panlong Stone Tower witnessed the whole process of the competition. Probably because it caught Zheng Wuji's eye, the sword emitted a cold light and made a buzzing sound.
"Haha, it seems that Zichu Jian also likes you very much. It seems that this sword belongs to you." The sword slave smiled.
"I am determined to win this sword and the victory in this arena competition." Zheng Wuji said.
Zhao Zheng was in the east stand, staring at Zheng Wuji on the ring. The battle just now had a great impact on him. Zheng Wuji turned out to be more powerful than he imagined.
It seemed that there was no hope of defeating Zheng Wuji. Even if he tried his best, he would not be able to surpass Zheng Wuji in such a short period of time.
Fortunately, his goal was to obtain Zichu Sword, not to defeat Zheng Wuji.
There is a way to bypass Zheng Wuji and get the Zi Chu Sword directly, but this method requires luck, a lot of luck.
Zhao Zheng has never been very lucky, but he must be lucky this time, otherwise he will miss Zichu Sword. (To be continued. If you like this work, (.) vote for recommendation, monthly vote, your support is
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